#consultingsister

[dontcxckitup]

@consultingsister hit the 💙

“It is three in the bloody morning…if there isn’t…a sudden emergency with the Royal Family, I’d like to go back to bed.”

[kit-just-kit]

*short tings - for @consultingsister*

"No. More. Tequila. Ever!"

[mcneyhoney]

been a while, huh? he can't remember the last time he's spoken to cee --- seen her around, sure, but somewhere between kid one and nox getting clean matt feels he's lost touch with the deans. even reaching out to cecelia was a mission in itself. he called, got the phone company. tried her office, got the secretary. even came to the house --- no one home. a hand written, courier delivered letter with a fake return-to-sender is what it took.

" --- i was starting to think you were avoiding me. "

strange place to meet. far from anywhere the haus owns, further from the usual haunts of their few mutual friends. he's gotten them a booth way at the back of the shitty dive bar, dimly lit, away from prying eyes. if she wasn't hesitant to meet, she should be now.

" --- sorry to drag you so far outta the city, but i wanted'a make sure we could talk. sit -- want a drink? "

@consultingsister

[kingofthewebxxx]

Continued from here

“Exactly why I said it, is that how you drew Sebby in? Doesn’t take much, does it? He acts tough but at the end of the day, he’s a vulnerable lonely tiger, searching for a streak. Nevertheless, I can’t have you playing with my tiger without at least some ground rules, he doesn’t have to know unless you are into group activities” he teased with a cold grin. “Now my dear, I want you to do something for me, will you wear this earpiece and just do what I say, it will be fun for both of us, pretty promise. Although I would suggest you do it, memories can be so tedious to manipulate after all. Don’t be cross! I’m offering an opportunity to better get to know your beloved, go on; you know you want to” he holds out his hand to reveal a small earpiece, he glares at her, as if the amusement he had just been promising meant nothing to him, he was however very much looking forward to it.

@consultingsister @fxckingmoran

[consvlting]

starter for @consultingsister

It was a familiar feeling, the nausea, the throbbing headache and stabbing pain in the abdominal area. It felt like a doubled down hangover, making him throw up sweat in excess. By now he knew the poisoning would last a few hours and it was definitely not fatal, but it was as unwelcome as the person who was causing it out of revenge.

"I do not care that you're angry about me putting that man in jail." he bitterly mumbled, already feeling his sister's presence and knowing that she was listening, even if he couldn't hear her over his own groans. She had likely been let in by Joan, unless she stopped neglecting her lockpicking abilities.

"He was a criminal, no good for y-" the last word was cut off by a strong gag reflex that made him bend over the toilet once again.

[richardxoliverxmayhew]

"no grave can hold my body down, i'll crawl home to you"

hozier lyrics, hozier (expanded edition): ACCEPTING

II @consultingsister

Weighted breath pressed against his lungs as his downcast gaze scanned the all-too-familiar features of her face, searching for some form of relief. "I'd rather the aspect of death didn't come into the picture at all," he croaked, Richard's quiet words lilting towards the path of beseechment. "Cee, wha'ever this is... Wha'ever's come up, ye' can tell me. Please. I'd rather ye' tell me, tha' way we can figure this out together."

[loneheirs]

M. ' you are horribly old - fashioned, aren't you ? '

the party had been a reflection of all parties they had been to. the staleness of company , a cake that had been brought in and had cost a small fortune. a party thrown in her honor yet ? it lacked all the warmness that one would expect. a penthouse rented , or perhaps owned , the views spanning the city as the billboards and skyscrapers reflected what one could only deduce as a magnificent scene. the whole of gotham unfolds before their eyes , and as he stares out over the city her voice breaks his reverie - though the interruption is not unwelcome.

❝  you are horribly old - fashioned, aren't you ? ❞ / @consultingsister

' is that so terrible ? ' intonation dips as a fondness threads wording , ' it's nice to see one friend among the crowd ' his head nods towards those who talk amongst themselves. pleased that they had managed to snag an invite , ' how do you feel ? ' turning towards her as attention is fixated and the room slowly shrinks in size , the room warming ... a response to them being brought together , ' happy birthday cee '

there is the gentle reminder of our mothers , how it would please them so to see such a thing. birthdays are somehow the loneliest thing in the world - oftentimes reminding me of what i've lost. it's why when this invitation was sent out that i went , gotham's upper crust had little warmth , and kindness was always an afterthought. even the decorations are so impersonal , a thing her and i have gotten used to. i then lean slightly forward and press a kiss to her cheek , a gesture of our shared melancholy - our ties rooted in a history that was as heavy and overwhelming as a high tide rushing upon the shoreline. i pull back , and then my cheeks lift - eyes flood with a deep understanding , and is devoid of pity.

' i'm glad i came - when can you leave ? '

[vxctorx]

@consultingsister​​

  ❝—Why can’t I shake off the feeling that your father isn’t exactly going to appreciate the idea of me being back in your lives?❞ Based on the things he recalls Sherlock saying about Morland Holmes in the past, he is fully dreading the prospects of meeting an incarnation of his own father in the flesh, yet to go back on his promise to Cee would be an admittance to the weakness which still chases him after a decade.